Danny, you told me you loved me
I do
I overheard you complaining about ticket prices last night
What are you talking about?
I was in the group with the others, and I told you to get us some tickets
I didn't know you would be so mad about it
Becky Anne, I wasn't mad
Danny, don't deny it. It was you! I could hear your voice across the fair
Right before it started to rain
I-Why didn't you say something about it to me?
I didn't feel I stood a chance
It's like you care more about money
Than you care about me
Becky
The night was ruined, Danny
I didn't want to make a scene
Because it only would have made it worse
I just wanted to enjoy what was left of it
And hold onto the joy I found elsewhere
Elsewhere?